Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.